As my Daytons spin low-rider sitting lowHitting corners so hard you could taste my rimsRag top 6-4 henny in the passenger sideSmoking chronic just letting me rideYou would do it if my name was DreSecond coming motherfuckin' throw it up for the King of L.A.I'm known for making bitches take their clothes offLong as I'm from Compton California I could never go softI'm hard as a motherfuckin' ounce of rawDribble rock like Kobe Bryant bounce the ball fuck the lawFeeding my son is a mustWhip it soft, whip it hard in crack we trustWhy Andrew Jackson look high as fuck on the 20 G?Answer Cocaine been around for centuriesSince I'm young black and richI'm the public enemy riding the bass drumJust Blaze got the Remedy

[Chorus]Now they ("Now They"), Now-Now, Now-they, Now-Now, Now-they Now Now they got Me in a CellI got the RemedyNow they ("Now They"), Now-Now, Now-they, Now-Now, Now-they Now Now they got Me in a CellAftermath got the RemedyNow they ("Now They"), Now-Now, Now-they, Now-Now, Now-they Now Now they got Me in a CellNigga Back up back up back up before you get your punk ass smoked

I ain't no joke GSo don't provoke meI'm from the city of angelsWhere that Jacob watch is a trophyN Staring at the Hollywood sign'll get your straight jackedWhere you from fool?Better say your pro blackCause walking in Roscoes with your chain hangingIts like Juliane trying to get rid of the gang bangersNow that Pac past trying to put us on death row get ready for the aftermathI run through the city like GodzillaDoing more damage than ice t when he dropped cop killerPull a shotty out the trunk of the ChevyThere go another victim of a 1-8-7Who's the grim reaper with your life in his handEven the toughest niggas run when my gun go blamSo kick back and watch the bitches dance N.W.A is back now let me see yourMotherfuckin' hands

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I'm back by popular demand and soAll black interior on a cherry red 6-4Niggas endin' they career trying to shut me upActing like I traded in my khakis for a button upThe west coast still dippin'Game still bloodin'And snoop still crippin'So what you saying locRed and blue bandanna tied in a knotAs I creep through the chronic smokeThey say it ain't good weed if you don't chokeShit got my head spinning like the 100 spokes3-Wheelin' through the neighborhoodSystem on blast as the mothafuckin' one time passThe key to drive-bys is aim steadyTurn that Bape hoody into mothafuckin' confetti

When you cross that enemy lineClose your eyes parental discretion is advised